Industries of the Blind

Looking for those you cannot find Anywhere else instead of the confines Of your own mind Blind to the inner beauty that lies within The end is where it all begins It doesn't matter who wins Rather, whether you let your light dim In order to please those with sinister grins They don't care They won't share Live without despair Since time passes without repair The gift is often rare Swift is the knife To the fabric of Life Tearing a whole Through the hearts that you stole Give them back Cut yourself some slack Breathe with ease As the weight of the world Destroys your knees Don't feel the need To impede upon those Who feed day to day Keep track of what you say You never know when it will be your day Of reckoning so don't start Beckoning Death to take your breath Too soon...